I woke up to the sudden breeze of the open window flowing through my long brown hair. Why did I have that dream? I knew Nick and I were still together since he was still sleeping on my tour bus couch. My dream was the worst possible dream you could ever dream of, ever.
"Nick wake up!" I screamed at Nick realizing we were at the next venue of the BOBW tour.
"Miley, calm down I'm up."
"Ok good." I couldn't shake this weird feeling. Like something bad, really bad was about to happen.
- 3 hours later -
We were all done with rehearsals and I saw Nick walking up to me with this weird look on his face. I told myself "Not good."
"Miley?, can we talk?" Oh shoot, I don't like his tone.
"Sure, what's up?"
"Well..." I felt like running because I knew this was going to be bad news.
"I think we should take a break from each other, you know date other people." My heart suddenly stopped beating and died.
"Wh...what do you mean?"
"I mean I just can't deal with our relationship anymore."
"Ok." That's all I could say. What? I couldn't tell him how my heart was broken into a million pieces and that I would never be whole again. I was certain he was soul mate. There was nothing left to do, except move on...but how? I would never be able to smile anymore or look at him ever again. What was the point in living? He was over me and I just couldn't accept that fact. What had I done wrong? Was it my fame? Did he find someone else? I curled up in a ball and bawled for weeks. He didn't know about this and he would never know.